We haven't lost hope yet, though we've suffered nothing but defeat so far. First there were the monthly spaces, where we would juggle contact lists every week, negotiating for the best schedule; where you never knew why your equipment had been moved across the room - was it just in someone's way or was it rented out to the local bon jovi cover band? After a year of musty basements, long commutes, & constant fear of robbery, we bagged the monthlies.
Our latest series of defeats come in the form of hourly rehearsal spaces, stocked with battered amplifiers, cheesy keyboards, and rickety drum stools. This week we tried a spot in the East Village, but we once again, we must move on. It's the usual story: no heat, leftover food lying around, junky keyboards, and a bass amp that likes to interrupt every song with a deafening buzz.. and when we tried to pay with a credit card, the owner told us "Cash only, we don't exist." Great then, watch us disappear!
Here's a picture while we waited for someone to wake up and open the studio. It took us a half hour to track him down!
Well at least we got to work on the new set. New fire for the new year!
-E
